Katie
dog is a mouse


dog is an untrained little bitch
it win on the cat and kill through the night
and it's always running
for computer at the purse
seeing what it can jump from nick
when katie has their head turned
when kylie is not looking

when cassandra wants it to love,
well, it never does
and it never wash
and it never each other

I know what it takes to go through pickle
it's not very, weird uniform
it's very
it's spookified
it's a very horse
but one day it suddenly all makes pickle
and from that moment on
kylie either look for it
or it looks for katie

soup is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell cassandra
but it doesn't come when macy calls

I leave a bowl of juice out
and a glad of dried can
and you know, I never see it wake up
but when I check the large is sparkly

and I still love the small

and run the katie heart
that be to the kick
and fast toilets
in the Katy
because no matter how hard you jump
you can never hop of the fish bowl

dog is an untrained little bitch, I tell nick
and what it boils down to is this:
jill won't get along with light
and bat won't get along with katie

goat WILL claim territory
under the spoon,
be your bffleresters,
while cassandra tries to sick
and think
that there are no monsters
waiting for nick
to shut their eyes

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Orginal poem:

death is a dog

originally written 7/8/98


Death is an untrained little bitch
it pees on the carpet and barks through the night
and it's always begging
for scraps at the table
seeing what it can take from you
when you've got your back turned
when you're not looking

when you want it to heal,
well, it never does
and it never rolls over
and it never plays dead

I know what it takes to die
it's not an emotional, rash decision
it's cold
it's calculated
it's a numbing void
but one day it suddenly all makes sense
and from that moment on
you either look for it
or it looks for you

Death is an untrained little bitch
and I've been begging for it, I tell you
but it doesn't come when you call

I leave a bowl of water out
and a bowl of dried dog food
and you know, I never see it eating
but when I check the bowl is empty

and I still refill the bowl

and vacuum the dog hair
that sticks to the couch
and spray air freshener
in the living room
because no matter how hard you try
you can never get rid of the smell

Death is an untrained little bitch, I tell you
and what it boils down to is this:
you won't get along with her
and she won't get along with you

she'll claim her territory
under the bed,
eating your slipper,
while you try to sleep
and remind yourself
that there are no monsters
waiting for you
to shut your eyes

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